Thereโs some scene in one of the light novels where Inosuke refuses to move on from Tengenโs training because he hadnโt landed a hit on him yet and I had to try my hand at depicting it lol
Pairings: Obanai x reader; Akaza x reader; Sanemi x reader; Tengen x reader; Inosuke x reader
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: No spoilers for anything y'all, pure fluff for our wounded hearts to enjoy I will never recover from infinity castle arc
I'm in the middle of writing a part 2 of this so stay tuned!
Iguro Obanai
โThat was way too close,โ you mumble, allowing your body to finally rest against a nearby wisteria tree.
What a hell of a night. Countless killed humans, even more beheaded demons. It wasnโt until the sun finally rose that you finally made it out of here. Or rather the arrival of a certain someone who happens to be a hashira.
โI told you over and over to never leave me side. And you? You sneak out while I sleep to go on a mission like that without a backup.โ
โMy crow ordered me to do so,โ you insist half-heartedly.
ย Because deep down, you know that the story didnโt exactly lay out like this. To be exact, you were the one begging on your knees for a challenging mission without Iguro Obanai involved in it. And maybe it was in fact his crow that wanted to entrust this mission to him alone.
Why all this madness? Because your precious boyfriend canโt accept the fact that youโre capable on your own as well. Not as a hashira, not even remotely close to being as good as him, but still skilled enough to fight on your own.
At least thatโs what you thought until today.
โYou could have died, (y/n)!โ he blurts out so suddenly that you flinch.
Your heart drops to the floor. After all those years of loving appreciating the man in front of you, youโve never seen him like this. Handy shaky, forehead covered in sweat, eyes wildly furrowed. YetโฆThere is no man living on this planet who is allowed to raise his voice at you like that. Not for doing your job, not for giving it your all.
You squeeze your fists, frustration bubbling despite how drained you are.
โI know I couldโve died, Obanai. Iโm not stupid. But you never trust me to handle anything alone. Youโre always breathing down my neck like Iโm some helpless trainee. I know Iโm not a hashira like you and I think Iโll never be one, but stop treating me like a beginner. Why this urge to follow each and every damn step I take?โ
His mismatched eyes snap to yours, sharp as blades.
โBecause I canโt lose you!โ
His voice cracks at the end, louder than youโve ever heard it. Kaburamaru stirs nervously around his shoulders, leaving your heart pounding roughly against your ribcage.
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. What is all of this about? This isnโt the first time he pulls you out of danger, not even the first mission you head in on your own. No, this has to be about something elseโฆbut what? He looks away first, teeth grinding under his bandages. The silence between you feels like glass ready to shatter.
Then, in the quietest, roughest whisper, Obanai mutters, โ...Damn it. You ruined everything.โ
Your brows knit, mind unable to follow a single word.
โRuined what?โ
He drags a shaky hand through his hair, muttering curses under his breath.
โI was supposed to propose to you tonight. After a calm mission, when you werenโt covered in blood and I wasnโt screaming at you. I had it all planned and-โ he cuts himself off, shoulders trembling.
โBut instead, I spent the night asking myself where the hell you are, imagining what Iโd do if you never came back.โ
Your lips part, eyes stinging. The way he looks at you with nothing but agony filling his eyes, how his hands tremble more and more with each word that leaves his mouth. You hate that you made him feel this way, but what caught you even more off guardโฆ
DidโฆDid Obanai just say that he wanted to propose to you? Propose in the sense of asking you to marry him?
โObanai...โ
He finally faces you again, eyes fierce but wet around the edges. He rips the small box from his uniform pocket - scuffed now from the battle and him saving your ass, but still intact. He opens it with shaky fingers, revealing the ring inside.
โI donโt care if this is the wrong time or the wrong place. Marry me, (y/n). Please. I need you with me. Always.โ
The world around you blurs, every ache and wound forgotten in that instant. Your hand flies to your mouth, a broken laugh slipping past your lips.
โYou idiot,โ you whisper, tears spilling freely now.
โYou couldโve just said that instead of scaring me half to death.โ
When you nod, his whole body sags in relief. You donโt even give him a chance to slide the ring on. Instead, you throw yourself into his chest, arms tight around him, feeling Kaburamaru nuzzle your cheek in approval.
โYes,โ you breathe against his neck.
โYes, Obanai. A thousand times, yes.โ
For the first time in what feels like forever, his arms wrap around you without hesitation, holding you as though letting go would mean losing you all over again.
โAnd donโt you dare to ever scare me like this again,โ he mumbles into your hair.
โWe both know I can promise you something like thatโฆโ
Akaza
The night air is cool against your skin as you haul the last bucket of water from the well. Your shoulders ache from a dayโs work - market stalls in the morning, scrubbing clothes in the afternoon, cooking for your siblings in the evening. There is no room in your life for rest, no space for softness. Still, you force a small smile, knowing that at least your family is safe and warm inside.
The rope creaks as you set the bucket down. And thatโs when you feel it, the shift in the air. Heavy, suffocating. Your skin prickles, eyes widen, every nerve screaming danger.
You donโt see him right away. He doesnโt make a sound. Heโs simply there when you turn, standing just beyond the lantern light. His hair is bright against the darkness, his eyes glowing like twin suns trapped in a curse.
Your breath catches. A demon. Just like the ones your mother told you about in all those countless myths.
The bucket slips from your hands, water spilling into the dirt. He doesnโt move, but you can feel the violence twisted inside him like a storm about to break. His fists tighten, jaw clenching, and you know he means to end you, that this might be your last seconds alive on this planet.
Your knees almost buckle while your familyโs faces flash in your mind. You think of your siblings crying when you donโt come back, the distorted face of your mother when she finds out. Who will take care of them, earn money for the next loaf of bread, who will take care of your younger siblings when youโre gone? Your mind races back and forth, tears now taking your sight almost completely. Is this is, the last few moments before you die?
ย But then, nothing happens. The demon doesnโt lunge, doesnโt strike. He just stares at you, expression unreadable, chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.
The silence stretches. Then, as suddenly as he appears, heโs gone, a blur swallowed by the night. Your legs give out, and you fall beside the well, gasping for air. Who was that creature? Why did he hesitate? You never once heard a story of a demon who didnโt kill his prey, let alone didnโt even harm it.
And you see him again. Heโs at the edge of the forest this time, half-hidden behind the trees, golden eyes fixed on you as you carry wood back to the house. Your heart races, but he doesnโt move closer. Doesnโt speak. Justโฆ watches.
It becomes a pattern. Night after night, heโs there. Sometimes in the shadows of the road, sometimes crouched on a rooftop as if guarding something. Always silent. Always staring.
At first, fear coils in your stomach, but as the nights stretch on, something stranger takes its place: curiosity. Why hasnโt he killed you? Why keep returning?
One night, when your exhaustion strips away your caution.
โWhy do you keep coming back?โ you breathe into the silence of the night.
The demonโs lips twitch, as though he isnโt used to speaking. His voice is low, rough.
โI donโt know.โ
Itโs not an answer, but itโs the first thing he gives you before you start to notice more. The way he tilts his head when you laugh softly at your own clumsiness. The way his fists clench when you wince from lifting something too heavy. He looks at you not like prey, but like something fragile, something heโs afraid to touch.
You should be terrified. You should scream. You shouldnโt come here at night to begin with. Instead, you find yourself leaving the door unlatched, stepping outside when the rest of the house is asleep, just to see if heโs waiting. He always is.
You donโt even realize when you start to think of him less as a demon and more as him.
Akaza.
Tonight, though, he isnโt there. The space where he usually waits is empty and an unease settles in your chest. You shake it off, telling yourself not to be foolish and walk toward the well. The moon is high, silver light spilling across the clearing.
Thatโs when you hear it - the growl.
Your eyes widen in the humbling way. This doesnโt sound like Akaza, doesnโt feel like Akaza. No, this has to be something else. Or rather someoneโฆ
Before you can react, another demon drops from the treeline, its claws slicing across your arm. Pain explodes through you, hot and sharp, and you stumble back with a cry. The bucket clatters to the ground as the creature lunges again, teeth bared.
Terror seizes you. This is it. This is how it ends. This is what you get for walking around at night carelessly. Even though Akaza turned out to be the most charming and charismatic man you ever met, this certainly doesnโt apply to every demon. AkazaโฆWhat will he say when he finds out? Will he be sad, will he cry? You didnโt have the chance to tell him how you feel, though. Your life really ends without this one person you adore most knowing that you love him.
A roar splits the night, forces you out of your melancholy.
Akaza slams into the other demon with a force that shakes the earth. His fists move in blurs of violence, each strike shattering bone, splitting flesh. He is merciless, terrifying in his wrath, until the other demon lies broken and silent, nothing more than a stain on the dirt.
You sit against a nearby tree, trembling, blood dripping down your sleeve. When Akaza turns, his chest heaving, his eyes widen at the sight of you. For the first time since youโve known him, he looks shaken.
โI was supposed to kill you,โ he mutters hoarsely, kneeling in front of you.
His hands hover near your shoulders, shaking, but he doesnโt touch โ not with his hands.
โThat night I found youโฆ I was going to tear you apart.โ
Your breath shudders, the sting of your wound sharp with every movement.
โThen why didnโt you?โ
His gaze drops, fists digging into the dirt.
โBecause you looked at me like I wasnโt a monster. And Iโฆ I couldnโt take that away.โ
Something inside you breaks at the rawness in his voice. You should push him away, you should fear him, but instead, your heart aches with every fiber for this man.
He swallows hard, lowering himself fully to his knees, as though in surrender.
โI canโt give you sunlight. I canโt give you a peaceful life. All I have is me, my fists, my strength, my cursed existence. But if youโll let me, I will use all of it to protect you. To keep you breathing, no matter what stands in our way.โ
His voice cracks, desperation bleeding through. His eyes meet yours, burning with something that terrifies and moves you all at once.
โBe mine. Even if itโs only in the dark. Even if the world tears us apart. Choose me.โ
Your vision blurs - from tears, from blood loss, you canโt tell. Every instinct says you should refuse. That nothing good can come from binding yourself to a demon. But when you look at him, kneeling with his forehead nearly to the ground, trembling like heโs afraid youโll vanish, you canโt say no. You donโt want to say no.
Your hand rises before you realize it, trembling as it brushes against his cheek. His skin is cool, but he leans into your touch as if itโs the first warmth heโs felt in centuries.
โYes,โ you whisper.
โIโll be yours.โ
Akaza freezes. Then, slowly, his expression softens; fragile, disbelieving. A smile ghosts across his lips, faint and trembling. He bows his head against your forehead, his body shaking.
โI wonโt let anything touch you,โ he breathes.
โNot the night. No demon. Nothing.โ
You close your eyes, letting yourself believe it, even if the world never will.
Because somehow, against all reason, youโve chosen him. And in the shadows, he has chosen you as well.
Shinazugawa Sanemi
The ground drops from under your feet. One moment youโre shoulder to shoulder with the others, charging into Muzanโs domain, and the next, the floor twists, walls shift, and the infinity castle swallows you whole.
You land hard, rolling across polished wood, breath tearing from your chest. The lanterns hanging in the endless halls burn with a sickly glow, and the silence presses in like a weight. Youโre alone.
โShit,โ you mutter, pushing to your feet.
Your blade is steady in your grip, though your pulse races in your throat. Alone or not, you wonโt sit here like prey. You pick a direction and start moving, wary but determined.
The walls creak, sliding apart - and a demon lunges. You donโt think. You never do. You dash forward instead of back, reckless as hell, ducking under its claws to slash across its chest. It shrieks, staggering, but another swing catches your sleeve, ripping fabric and grazing your skin. Fuck, that definitely didnโt go as planned.
โDumbass!โ a familiar voice roars.
Sanemi crashes in from the side, his blade slicing through the demon before it can reach you again. Blood sprays, burning against the wood. He doesnโt even watch it crumble, heโs already whirling on you, eyes blazing, making you forget that you were worried about him a few seconds ago.
โWhat the fuck do you think youโre doing?โ he snarls, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the collapsing wall.
โCharging straight into its gut? Are you trying to die?โ
You wrench your arm free, glaring right back.
โWhat the fuck do you think I was supposed to do? Sit there and let it eat me?โ
โUse your damn head for once! You couldโve dodged!โ
ย His voice is sharp enough to cut glass, his chest heaving with fury.
โOh, forgive me for not performing like the great wind hashira!โ you snap.
โYou know, I was a little busy keeping my throat intact.โ
His nostrils flare. For a second you think he might actually explode, but instead he drags a hand over his face, muttering a curse.
โUnbelievable. I get dumped in this hellhole, and instead of finding Muzan, the first thing I see is you, throwing yourself into deathโs mouth.โ
โAnd yet, here I am,โ you shoot back, crossing your arms even as your heart still pounds from the fight.
โStill alive. Thanks for the vote of confidence, though.โ
He steps closer, eyes narrowing, and you refuse to back away. The castle groans around you, walls shifting again, but you and Sanemi are locked in your own battlefield.
โYou drive me insane,โ he bites out, voice rough.
โAlways so damn reckless. Always running your mouth.โ
โFunny, I was about to say the same thing about you.โ
The silence that follows is electric. His jaw works, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, suddenly, his expression twists - fury, frustration, something rawer bleeding through.
โMarry me, damn it.โ
The words slam into the air between you, catch you off guard so roughly that you almost trip over your own feet.
You blink. Once. Twice. Still not a single hint that this is a joke.
โWhat?โ
His face is flushed, veins in his neck straining.
โYou heard me. Marry me. Iโm sick of watching you nearly get yourself killed, sick of worrying if youโre gonna make it back. If Iโm gonna go crazy every damn time you pull some stunt, Iโd rather do it knowing youโre mine.โ
His voice cracks slightly on the last word, but his eyes burn, unflinching.
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. The infinity castle hums around you, walls shifting, and still, his words hang heavier than the building itself. HeโฆWants to marry you? None other than Sanemi Shinazugawa, the man you fell for a long time ago but never dared to say out loud? The man who insisted on hating you until one fateful night, he couldnโt hold himself together anymore and kissed you out of no where? Marriage never seemed to be an option for the both of you, was never something you allowed to get into your head. Especially not like this.
Finally, you find your voice.
โThatโsโฆ thatโs your proposal? In the middle of this fucking mess?โ
He scowls.
โYou got a problem with that?โ
โA big one!โ
You gesture wildly with your sword.
โYou canโt just bark โmarry me, damn itโ after chewing me out like some deranged guard dog!โ
His scowl deepens, but his ears are red now, his boldness fraying at the edges.
โI donโtโฆ I donโt know how else to say it, alright? I love you, you pain in the ass. And if we make it out of this alive, I want-โ He swallows hard, the words sticking to his tongue.
โI want you with me. For good.โ
Your sass falters, something hot and tight blooming in your chest. His confession is as graceless as it is raw, but thatโs Sanemi, all rough edges, no polish, heart bleeding through the cracks whether he likes it or not.
You stare at him, then snort.
โYouโre a nutcase, you know that? Scolding me one second, proposing the next.โ
He bristles.
โSo whatโs your answer?โ
You let him stew for a beat, just to watch the way his eye twitch oh so annoyed. Then you smirk, sliding your blade back into its sheath.
โFine. Yes. Iโll marry you, you stubborn, hot-headed bastard.โ
Relief floods his face so quickly you almost laugh. He tries to mask it with another scowl, but his shoulders sag, tension bleeding out of him.
โGood,โ he mutters, voice low but firm.
โAbout time.โ
The castle groans again, a door sliding open to reveal another endless hallway. You sigh, drawing your blade once more.
โGuess this means we better survive long enough to make it official.โ
Sanemi steps ahead of you, sword gleaming in the eerie light and glances back with a smirk thatโs half feral, half something softer.
โDamn right we will. Youโre stuck with me now.โ
You roll your eyes, but your heart races for an entirely different reason as you fall into step beside him. The infinity castle can shift and scream all it wants; nothing could drown out the fire in his voice when he said marry me.
And nothing will keep you from saying yes again once this nightmare is over.
Uzui Tengen
The first thing you notice is the quiet. No clash of blades, no shrieks of demons, no groaning of broken bones. Just the hush of summer air rolling over the grass. You sit with your knees pulled to your chest, head tilted to the sky.
There was a time when you couldnโt bear to look up, too many nights replaying fire and blood behind your eyelids, too many shadows that reminded you of the war you barely survived. The scars are still there, inside and out. They may never leave.
But youโre alive. Somehow, so is he. Despite all odds, the two of you made it out of the entertainment district arc back then.
โOi.โ Tengenโs voice cuts through the silence, brash as ever.
โYou trying to ignore me, huh? Thatโs unflamboyant behavior.โ
You turn and there he is. He still stands tall, broad shoulders casting a long shadow over the grass. But the empty sleeve where his hand used to be and the patch over his eye are impossible to ignore. His smile is wide, loud, everything he wants the world to see. But youโve learned how much effort it takes him to keep it there.
โYouโre late,โ you tease, though your voice softens at the edges.
He grins, crouching down until heโs at your level.
โLate? Perish the thought. A man of my caliber is never late. I arrive precisely when itโs time to make the world gasp in awe.โ
You raise a brow.
โAnd what exactly am I supposed to gasp at tonight?โ
His grin sharpens.
โGlad you asked.โ
He snaps his fingers, and as if on command, the night sky cracks open with light.
The first firework bursts into a bloom of color, red and gold spilling across the darkness. Another follows, then another - glittering trails, starbursts, showers of sparks raining down like meteors. The entire field shimmers in their glow.
Your breath catches, eyes sparkling in every imaginable color.
โTengenโฆโ
He leans back on one knee, watching your face rather than the spectacle.
โYou told me once you wanted to see fireworks. Said youโd never gotten the chance.โ
His voice is still loud, flamboyant, but thereโs a rawness underneath it you donโt get to hear quite often.
โSo I figured, why not make your first time unforgettable?โ
You blink rapidly, torn between laughing and crying as the sky blooms again and again.
โYou reallyโฆ you did all this for me?โ
โOf course I did.โ
His grin wavers, just for a second.
โAfter all the hell we went throughโฆ after how close I came to not walking away at allโฆโ
He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck with his remaining hand.
โTruth is, Iโve been terrified. Not of dying, I made my peace with that a long time ago. But of leaving you behind. Of not saying what I shouldโve said.โ
The fireworks thunder overhead, bathing him in crimson light. His voice drops, barely audible over the bursts.
โYouโve seen me at my weakest. I lost an eye. I lost a hand. And youโฆ You carried more than your share of pain too. Youโve fought, youโve suffered, and yet here you are. Still shining. Still here. And every damn day, I thank whatever gods are listening that you are.โ
Your throat tightens.
โTengenโฆโ
He takes a breath and moves closer, until the heat of his presence pushes away the night chill. His hand trembles as it cups your face, not from weakness but from something far rarer in him.
Fear.
โIโm not the perfect man,โ he admits, voice breaking.
โHell, Iโm not even half the man I used to be. But if youโll let meโฆ if youโll have meโฆ Iโll spend every flamboyant second of the life Iโve got left making sure you feel brighter than these fireworks.โ
And then he drops to one knee fully, bowing his head before you in a gesture youโve never seen him make. His shoulders shake as he lifts his gaze and you realize heโs fighting tears.
โMarry me. Not because I can dazzle the world. Not because I can still fight or brag or stand tall. Marry me because when Iโm with you, I donโt feel broken. I feel whole.โ
The fireworks roar above, a brilliant cascade of light, but you hardly see them anymore. All you see is him - this ridiculous, flamboyant, larger-than-life man, stripped bare in the only way he knows how.
Tears spill down your cheeks before you can stop them. You laugh shakily, pressing your hands to his face.
โYouโre such an idiot,โ you whisper, voice cracking.
โYou think I care about an eye? A hand? You could lose everything and Iโd still say yes.โ
For once, Tengen is speechless. His breath hitches, his wide smile faltering into something softer, rawer.
โYes. Iโll marry you.โ
The grin comes back then, blinding and messy, streaked with the tears he canโt quite hold back. He rises up, pulling you into his chest, spinning you once with reckless joy. The world blurs - sparks above, warmth around, his laughter loud and cracked in your ear.
โYou hear that, universe?โ he shouts to the sky.
โShe said yes! Yes!โ
You bury your face against him, laughing and crying at once.
โYouโre going to wake the whole world!โ
โLet them wake! Let them all see how damn lucky I am!โ
He sets you down only to cup your face again, kissing you with the force of a man who refuses to do anything halfway. The fireworks thunder one last time, a grand finale exploding into the night.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his voice dropping into a whisper.
โYouโre my light. Always have been. Always will be.โ
The sky goes dark, smoke drifting from the last firework, but it doesnโt matter. Your world is already burning bright - flamboyant, fiery, and forever his.
Hashibira Inosuke
The forest is alive with sound. Cicadas buzz around you in a mess of cries, leaves rustling, the snap of branches under your feet. Youโre panting, heart pounding, but you donโt dare stop. Not when Inosuke is somewhere behind you, crashing through the undergrowth like a wild boar.
โStop running, you coward!โ he thunders, voice echoing through the trees.
You duck behind a boulder, pressing a hand to your mouth to smother your laugh. Only Inosuke would call you a coward after heโs the one who challenged you to a chase through the mountains at midnight.
โFirst one caught has to marry the other!โ heโd declared, standing bare-chested under the moon with all the seriousness of a war general.
Youโd raised a brow, even though your heart almost flew out of your chest.
โThatโsโฆ thatโs not how marriage proposals work.โ
โShut up! Thatโs how it works now!โ he barked.
Then he lunged, and youโd barely had time to sprint before he was hot on your heels.
Now, crouched behind the rock, you grin despite yourself. Only Inosuke would think to propose by turning it into a hunt. Only Inosuke would make it feelโฆ oddly fitting. The two of you share each otherโs companies for quite some time now. After the horrors youโve witnessed inside the infinity castle, you werenโt able to spend a single night without him anymore. For some reason, this boy makes you feel safer than anything else. Just the thought of spending the rest of your life with himโฆ
A sudden crash to your right. Heโs close. You bolt again, weaving between trees, your laughter spilling free this time.
โYou think you can escape me? Iโm the king of the mountain!โ Inosuke hollers, and then heโs vaulting over a log, landing beside you in a spray of dirt.
You squeal, deviating left, but his hand shoots out and catches your wrist. He yanks you around, momentum pulling you both down onto the mossy ground. You land in a heap, him half sprawled over you, his boar mask twisted from the fall.
โGot you!โ he crows triumphantly, chest heaving.
โYouโre mine now!โ
You glare up at him, breathless and flushed.
โThatโs not-! You canโt justโฆInosuke!โ
He rips the boar mask off, eyes blazing with wild joy.
โI can! I caught you fair and square! That means you have to marry me!โ
โYouโre unbelievable,โ you huff, shoving at his shoulder.
โWhat if I donโt want to marry a maniac who tackles people in the dirt?โ
His grin falters, confusion flashing in his eyes.
โYou donโt want to?โ
The question is so raw, so startlingly vulnerable, that your heart stutters. For all his bluster, for all his wild declarations, Inosuke still doesnโt really understand how fragile human connections can be. To him, everything is straightforward: win a fight, claim a victory, hold onto it forever.
You soften, brushing a leaf from his hair.
โIdiot. Of course I do. But maybe you couldโve asked me instead of chasing me through the woods like prey.โ
He blinks, processing. Then his grin bursts back, brighter than the moon overhead.
โSo thatโs a yes?โ
You laugh, unable to help yourself.
โYes. Itโs a yes.โ
Inosuke throws his head back and whoops, the sound loud enough to scare birds from the trees.
โHa! I knew it! I knew you couldnโt resist the strongest, most amazing, most fearless-โ
โโฆmost insane,โ you interrupt, smirking.
โ- most flamboyant fighter!โ he finishes, ignoring you.
He leaps to his feet, dragging you up with him in one strong pull.
โWeโll be the strongest pair ever! No one will beat us! Not demons, not humans, not anything!โ
You shake your head, still laughing as he puffs out his chest like heโs announcing to the world. But then his hand slips into yours, clumsy, uncalculated. You blink, looking down at your joined hands, then back up at him.
His grin softens just slightly, enough for you to glimpse the boy beneath the wild mask.
โI mean it,โ he mutters, quieter now, though his voice still vibrates with conviction.
โYouโre mine. And Iโm yours. Forever.โ
Something hot twists in your chest. You squeeze his hand, smiling back.
ย โForever.โ
He beams, then immediately yanks you against him in a crushing hug that nearly knocks the wind from your lungs.
โGood! Then itโs settled!โ
The forest rings with his triumphant laughter, your softer giggles tangled in it.
Tanjiro's favourite kisses to give you are sweet kisses on the cheek.
He always gives them to you for good luck or whenever he leaves to go out on a mission.
Loves the way your cheeks flush after giving you a peck and pulling away.
The feeling of your cheek against his lips makes him feel warm and fuzzy too, so expect his cheeks to be pink too.
Also expect a triple combo of having not one but both cheeks kissed and then a little smooch on your lips too.
Receiving
His favourite kisses from you are whenever you kiss his forehead LOL.
Hear me out, the poor guy always headbutts his foes, and after a long day of fighting demons, having something soft to brush against his forehead is a breath of fresh air.
Heโd instantly relax and just lean into your kiss, the tension and battle of the day all going to the back of his mind.
While you kiss his forehead, he loves putting his hands on your hips and just leaning down to let you kiss him.
Heโs like a cat pressing against you, searching for more kisses against his head.
Zenitsuโs favourite kiss to share with you is a kiss to your hands.
When you first got together, he had to work up the courage to start kissing you on your face, so your hands were a comforting place to start showing affection.
In the beginning, when heโd take your hand while sitting with you, caressing the top of your palm with his thumb before bringing it to his lips.
Even when asleep, heโd reach for your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it as he dreams.
Heโs such a sweetie when he kisses your hand too, always offering his hand and then leaning to kiss your skin when helping you step down from a high place or just greeting you in general.
Receiving
Honestly, this guy probably is the most indecisive when it comes to you; even if you ask him what clothes suit you best, heโll just compliment you, saying, โYou look lovely in anything, (Y/N)!โย
But despite LOVING any type of kiss you give, Zenitsu loves a simple kiss on the cheek, especially right next to his ear.
His favourite pastime is resting after a long day of slaying demons, and youโre just beside him, and you lean in close to kiss his cheek.
The poor guy will have steam coming out of his ears, his skin flushed as your lips brush his skin, the sweet spot close to his ear and his neck.
And what seals the deal is if you whisper sweet nothings in his ear and kiss this spot, heโll be putty in your hands.
NGL, this guy probablyโor most likelyโthought kissing was like eating or a fighting move.
Nevertheless, when you teach him how to kiss, his favourite kiss to give you is when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Here he kisses your collarbone to the underside of your ear, maybe leaving some bites because heโs Inosuke LOL.
He thinks that spot is the best to kiss you because, one, you smell nice there; two, you squirm in his hold while he does so; and three, he finds it the best place to show off to others that you're his.
He often grabs you from behind, strong arms around your waist while he peppers kisses along your shoulder and neck.
Receiving
With being burly and not the type to think too hard about things, heโd simply say he enjoys when you kiss his muscles.
Which in a way is true since he likes to flex his biceps, and when you pet his muscle and give it a kiss, he just pauses before beaming and showing off more.
Itโs like him showing off all his hard work in training, and getting you to appreciate it just makes him more motivated.
He enjoys your kisses, especially when heโs getting patched up and you kiss his injured arms or kiss the calluses on his palms and fingers.
Oh, how he wishes he could move properly so he could just pull you in and smother you, mumbling about the weird flutter in his tummy when you kiss him.
Genya was SUPER sheepish when learning to kiss you as you two got close, but as time passed, he found confidence in showing you his love.
He especially loves giving you long kisses just straight on the lips; he cups your face and gives you the sweetest yet most earnest kiss ever.
He finds this to be his favourite kiss because in the world of having to fight demons, he finds this kiss to show you his love and appreciation the best.
Genyaโs kisses are often rough yet yearning since he has so much love for you, and he tries to pour his appreciation into one kiss.
Despite loving the long kisses, he does enjoy the chaste little kisses on the lips; he often gives you those while you two are getting ready for bed.
Receiving
This sweet guy was so shy when you two got together, and he just cherishes any kiss you give him.
But he holds the kisses you give to the scar across his face at the highest level of worship.
Cupping his face as he leans into your touch while you kiss the scarred skin just makes him melt.
The whole world around him fades, and he just focuses on your touch and lips, such a simple kiss making him feel cared for.
He sometimes dislikes the scar he bears due to how he got it, but whenever you kiss it, he just melts and feels like the luckiest guy in the world to get a person like you in his life.ย
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